Choosing our Heirs

It’s Monday night, and I am just getting around to Week Nine of Jenny Matlock’s ingenious meme called Saturday Centus. Don’t know about it? Just click on her button on my sideboard to learn all about it.

I’m pleading “holiday weekend” and “blog overload” syndrome for being so slow to publish my post on this week’s prompt:

"Are you sure that's the one you want?" I felt a little lump in my throat as I peered down at my choice, held tightly in my hand. I didn't think this would be so nerve-wracking. Was I making the wrong decision? I couldn't agonize over this any longer.

I took a deep breath before managing to say, "... Yes, it is."


Here is my take on it. You will see the prompt in italics.



I sat for a moment, taking a breath and drinking in the face on the photo in my hand. I stood and paced around the office, saying silent prayers, pleading with God for help. I reread the biography, and still unsettled, looked to the counselor, pleading with my eyes for some sort of advice.

Finally, I said, “This is it. This is the one, no doubt.

She queried, "Are you sure that's the one you want?" I felt a little lump in my throat as I peered down at my choice, held tightly in my hand. I didn't think this would be so nerve-wracking. Was I making the wrong decision? I couldn't agonize over this any longer.

I took a deep breath before managing to say, "... Yes, it is."
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My head held high, I walked confidently out of the sperm bank.